viado de nascença boiola por opção da silva

We thought my grandma had a tumor in her heart and it turns out she was born with a small hole in her heart (she was born at home in rural Appalachia in the early 1940s and had two older sisters who died within days of birth, spotty childhood medical care) and her body somehow fixed it. Built up scar tissue until her heart no longer had a hole. She gave birth to two children, lived a normal life and only had this diagnosed in her 70s. How cool is that? How badass is the human body?

My great grandma cut her leg and contracted tetanus in the 1930s and survived lockjaw untreated. It kills about 25% of the people it infects. It’s crazy to me that if either of these ladies weren’t so strong and badass, I wouldn’t be here.

It’s weird to think that your existence on this earth is dependent on a whole lineage of ‘near misses’ going back through eternity. A young lady falling in a stream while doing the washing and managing to pull herself out before her many shirts weighed her down and drowned her. A young man contracting the plague and being a part of that rare population that survived it, living the rest of his life knowing death was so very close. A man being shot with an arrow in war and laying fevered for weeks before his body fought off the infection and he hobbled home to his wife. A little baby girl being so fevered she loses her hearing but recovers and goes on to lead a full life. And backwards further. A young Neanderthal boy breaking his arm quite badly and being unable to hunt but being loved and cared for just the same. A little human girl wandering off and losing toes to frostbite 60000 years ago but returning home to her family and surviving. Surviving.

You’re the product of mercy, grace and the human collective.

“word hashtag my word #myword” has done irreversible damage to my vocabulary

#myvocabulary

really love looking through a bunch of 100+ year old paintings or sculptures by one artist and seeing the same face pop up again and again on different characters. especially when the features are distinctive enough that you know that face must've belonged to a real person, but the model is unnamed and unknown. you were most likely a sex worker who posed on the side for extra cash and the world probably looked down upon you, yet the snowy marble angel on the pedestal wears your face without shame. you are nameless and long dead, but you are ophelia or aphrodite or danaë, immortal. we never met and yet here you are, locking eyes with me across the garden like an old friend

tomorrow i have a long car ride that will no doubt make me nauseous as hell and ill be cleaning a whole house and dog area AND theyll be jumping on me the entire day but! there will be a sticker at the end

"lock in" is probably one of the most important phrases to enter the public lexicon in the 2020s

i dont know what love island is but from what ive heard its like danganronpa for people that use snapchat